Faces in the Attic

Faces that you let go of,
Maybe just for a day.
So that you may choose your tricks
With care, and
Panache.
Faces that I found hidden behind your hands,
Taking shelter from the sun.
And some I found in old and forgotten,
Bat infested ruins.
And we two, were lucky enough to be
With you.
Exchanging secrets over cigarettes and cheap tea.
Forgetting time like it reminds us so often.
So tell me again how you’ve been everywhere,
Everywhere but home.

Black

Could you be my star?
That which I can chase through the dark…
That which guides me through the shadows.
Like kohl in your eyes,
Like one with the night.
Rambling as I do,
Drifter that I am,
But so are you…

Secret Place

I know a place without a name,
Will you lead or trace my shadows?
Down where I meet yours,
In our little place, without a name.

The circles, they just spin…
All clichés sound the same…
No pieces fall in place…
Turn that page and just,
Leave it all behind.

Heaven can run for those who follow
Hell shall be forgiven tomorrow.

And can you hear yesterday’s sighs?
And do you fear all those late goodbyes?
Are you a child who’s lost in time?
Or are you like me, coming down the line?

I know I’m wrong,
Mother, I’ve sinned today.
But I wish not to forgive,
So lead me astray
Far, far away.

And since you’re the only one in here who feels the same…

Walk with me till we reach that place,
Down where things come to a start,
Our secret palace, without a name.

Now and Then

Choices, choices, choices
Lost in al their voices.
And who’s to say you’ll still be here,
When colours fade in the valley sky.
A wreck tonight, and you’ve come undone,
You found a reason to smile…

And it’s not always baby,
But it’s always now and then.

Treasons, reasons, reasons
Hottest, coldest seasons.
Whose to say you’ll still be near,
When ashes change to dust and die.
We’re innocent tonight, we were mislead,
But we found a reason to smile…

And it’s never always love,
It’s always now and then.

Yellow light and butterflies,
Across my darkened room.
Shades of white and string less kites,
Messages from the moon.
A little lonely, as I sing tonight,
When I think of you…

And its not always baby,
It’s always now and then.

Bhagsu

There were places like this so long ago,
Places where our legs would sway from the trees.
Like flags with prayers and leaves in the wind,
Which carried them away,
Far away to distant lands.

Places where the ghosts, they all roamed free,
And walked amongst us, the living dead.
Just one day closer, just one step away.

Where candles burnt and melt with wax.
And the stories were almost true…

Four feet behind and four in front,
Four besides and four again.
You could see the road bending and singing,
Down where we were one, we were all.

Places with summer running down the stream,
Wishing, waiting, watching you rise.
And many have I seen, just like before.
There was a time like this but it is not now.
A face, your face…your eyes…and a night that haunts.
There was a face like yours, but not anymore.

So tell me again, how I long to be asked,
Why always silence before dawn?
Wake up now and open your eyes.
Tonight let me watch you sleep
You can turn around and make me smile.

And there were places,
Places that you found, so far away,
In your head or across your eyes,
Where the sky was bruised in blue.
Could you take me back, lead me astray?
And I will stay with you.

Hitchhiker

I lie hot and naked tonight,
Pouring water to drown my sins.
Waiting for the world to pass us by,
Could you slip under this skin?

Is it all just an illusion?
Like the promise of the sun to shine?
All the reasons to reason you beliefs,
Don’t believe the voice inside.

The hollow men are there,
Tonight in my hall.
They whisper what they say,
One by one they fall.

And I tell them once – hell,
I tell ‘em twice.
Sometimes you got to be empty,
Just to find the light.

I like to thank you still,
For your wisdom in my heart.
All your wicked lies,
That push me back to the start.

So when words have lost their meanings,
And no road will let you stray.
Let’s find a song to sing,
As we walk out in the rain.

And you can find me tonight,
Rolling in your waves.
I still feed the beast inside,
Just to kill the pain.

The madness in my head is nothing new,
So let me drown my sins.
I’ll wait for you to pass me by,
And slip under my skin.

The moon shines its light,
The sun goes down the same.
And your thoughts are just,
Dirty soap and water down the drain,
Just dirty soap and water,
Down my drain.

Temporary

And I got dirty feet,
From all the miles that I have walked.
Not far from the distance between,
But still, back to the start.

This is meant to fall from grace,
An end to our demise.
Just like your breath, not on my face,
When I stare into your eyes.

So give me reasons and reasons again,
But never say a word.
And like the darkness, fade away into the sun,
Or descend into my sick, sad, little world.

Maybe you’re the only one with a choice,
And I am lost and free.
Devoid of a face, of a voice,
With something trapped inside of me.

The more I tell,
The more I find.
Your taste on my tongue,
And the things we’ve left behind.

So foretell me all the petty events,
The premonitions your songs couldn’t prevent.
Twisted tongues and the words you spent,
One day, I won’t be permanent.

Bugle and Drum

I heard the bugle and the drum,
They rolled on and on all night.
Slipping away like marching soldiers.
Between shadows and the light.

And I heard the call of darkness,
Of our nation’s precious sins.
They mix like blood in water,
And flow somewhere within.

Like a bird whose lost its prey,
It has no wings to glide.
This time I shall surrender,
Break into your once deep-blue skies.

So have you heard the news today?
Women and children were not spared.
Kiss your babies goodnight,
Wish they weren’t there…

So I heard the bugle and the drums,
As the generals, they spoke without any words.
Twisted and frayed, they were broken still,
And went down in silence-unwept, unknown and unheard.

A Poet Must Die

As the court lies in session,
All the ladies feign a sigh.
With a cloth laced with velvet,
They dry the tears in their eyes.

They’re calling out my name,
And an eerie silence falls.
Out I come, with my shame,
In your blind and blackened hall.

For every borrowed phrase,
For every little lie,
For the songs that you sing,
All through the night.

For the voices that you hear,
And all your wasted tries.
For the scars that you bear,
A poet must die.

There is just no one to blame,
Their voices are all true.
Point your bony fingers to my face,
Et tu brute, et tu.

Oh father, don’t you look at me,
Mother, don’t you cry.
Brother, sport some apathy,
And save it till I die.

For the things that you see,
For the secrets that you hide.
For the things that you say,
And all your demons inside.

For all the voices that you hear,
For all your reasons why.
And for all your treasons and deceits,
A poet must die.

The Anomaly

We blame it all on politicians,
Their words are never true.
In shadows and in silence,
They smile like me and you.

I pledge allegiance to a country without borders,
A place without a name.
A flag that’s drained of colours,
And an empty government.

The soldiers are still marching,
I thought they were coming home to me.
A stranger in a stranger land,
I am an anomaly.

They blame it on the people,
We blame it on the war.
The violence of our neighbours,
Whoever you are.

The papers, they don’t lie,
But they never say the truth.
The mighty never cry,
Let’s hope they’re haunted by me and you.

Those whose cups are overfilled,
Will never go on a hunger strike.
Lay back kid, let the television feed you,
Give in to your demise.

And history sings again,
A choir of broken souls.
Capitalism is here to stay,
I salute the status quo.

Now they’re shutting down the factory,
When all the bills are due.
And the soldiers, they’re all leaving,
Just when the war is through.

So let’s blame it on the politicians,
Whose words are never true.
Let us close our eyes and never see,
They’re just like me and you.

We are the ones who made them,
It’s for them that we chant.
A reason to hate, a justification,
We are the slaves of what we want.

So I’m walking out of here,
For I can’t sing this through.
I wish I could paint this town ‘red’,
Wish I could open your eyes to you.

I’ll pledge allegiance to a country without borders,
Where the people have no names.
Let’s raise the flag that’s drained of colours,
Bring down the government.

Let us not depart to the Promised Land,
Let us be free.
Bound by chains, but of the human hand,
Let’s be the anomaly.

The Darkness

Down your neck and through your spine,
In your every breathing nerve.
I see the pictures moving behind your eyes,
As I concede to your hurt.

Been such a long, long time
They’d pray that we depart.
Don’t question what is yours and mine,
This will is shattered from the start.

Now I know all your names,
And I know your places, too.
The letters I never meant to send,
Well, they will get to you.

The light that reclined from your hands,
Will it still be gray…?
You can try, but you won’t understand
These voices in my head.

I wander in this forest all alone,
Oh, won’t you light my way?
Won’t you be my guide, through shadows and light?
Won’t you leave me astray?

The Stone

Today, tonight I watched you die,
With your idols by your side.
Taking down the only flag you raised,
Tattered and torn, it shall be raised again.

It’s not dark yet, even though
The light is dim.
And the wall of reasons,
Is wearing thin.
As the eyes all count,
All your sins.
But the song is done, so let’s begin.

To be the things you want me to be.
To see the things you always see.
To be tied in chains and still be free,
For there is nothing left to lose.

So unlike tomorrows, and for one last time,
Give me a chance, a chance to shine.
I know you know before we were diamonds,
We were just stones in your mine,
Stones in your mine.

xOxO

Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go?

And still had the feeling that you wanted to stay...?

How does it matter, boy...you can't change anything.

Wash Away

Could you close your eyes and show me the places,
Where everything needn’t make sense?
Will you lay down your arms? Lay down your faces?
Lay down that whole defense?

I am sorting out the reasons to be indiscreet,
Sorting out my alibis.
I’ll give you everything you want and need,
And I’ll surrender all my time.

I’ve bid the past goodbye and wiped out the traces,
Of fingerprints of long ago.
I’ve burnt all their letters that were wasted,
And words that haunted me like ghosts.

So this plea is the only one,
I am but a child.
With his future wasted, a selfish son,
Don’t look at me with those eyes.

Don’t dream with me of those places,
Where nothing ever makes sense.
Just wash me away in the tides of time,
Leave me be tonight in my room full of emptiness.

Changes

Well I see the sun is coming down,
Tired and red against a sky so bruised.
I save my voice for another time,
For now, I’m just coming down with you.

I wish I was different from these walls that surround,
I wish I was better from all that I have heard.
But I’m the same bruise that fades away with time,
Just like these empty, hollow words.

I told you to take a walk in the rain,
You, who were so kind,
I said I like the shelter, but miss the pain,
You told me still you can’t be mine.

You can find me by the edge, rolling in your waves,
I still yield to your hurt.
The burdens you carry, like bridges you burned,
And I am left with nothing but words.

Coming Back To You

I woke and I saw the sunset,
Never pray you would depart.
Lady you’re slipping away like time,
Between the shadows of my heart.

They tell you you are precious,
They say that you’re the one.
And I’m lost in the crowd,
In an army of no one.

Advices washing down my ear,
Never were they true.
And as I watch you drifting,
I’m still coming back to you.

Let us sing a song that don’t mean a thing,
You know I long for your touch.
And I dream about you, still,
Of your whispers that have had enough.

Walls around me everywhere I go,
The silence surrounds me and you should know.
I need you to wash away my sins,
Don’t let me give the lonesome a meaning.

All my tomorrows are wasted,
The future is nothing new.
And I still long for yesterdays,
As I am coming back to you.

When I watch you dreaming,
I try to catch your eye.
You’re only something to dream about,
Like voices of the night.

Like a man lost amongst the ruins,
Like a bird in the skies too high.
Like the moon, shining all alone,
I am counting all my wasted tries.

I have said everything,
Now there is nothing left to do.
What I did was all instead of,
Coming back to you.

Killing Joke

You are wrong...not like always though...

You say I have patience.

That's right.
That's wrong.

You say I can endure.


And now let me tell you how...



Beacuse I am a coward.


And every coward has the amount of patience that lies beyond the normal human degrees of endurance.

So this is my gift.
And it is my curse.

But I ain't spiderman.

Torn

Tonight I sleep with no songs in my head,
Just beside you in dreams and the things that we’ve said.
Across the distance, all the reasons echo twice,
And as you blink, I try and catch your eye.

Oh take me as I am, so far away,
Down by the darkness, where you angels fear to tread.
I know I cannot win or bend and sway,
I know I can only be, just myself today.

I see something broken behind your eyes,
It sinks in deeper, like empty skies.
Devoid of the sun, it’s cold and blue,
Just like me tonight, in the thoughts of you.

Stranger

Hand me scissors...i want to cut my wings and never wanna fly again...ever again...not like i ever knew

how

to

in

the

first

place.

Ha....funny, u say? The years have left me disillusioned...this winding road has got me far but left me nowhere...i don't know a way out of here...iam happy i am sad i am sorry...rini's mind's a machine, juliana's mind is lost...and the girls in brazil are so pretty..what the fuck am i doing here in india...why dont you look at me with your eyes? I can change i can change i can change...but who do you want me to be? I am still the same the same the same...and stranger things have happened...am I a hero or a pretender or both? I don't quite know...I have a feeling neither do and you never did...u just think you do...just like me...



I hate religion but I've become a preacher myself...preacher full of shit...preacher preaching things he himself doesnt know or can't understand...not because he doesnt want to, but because he can't.



Ever rolled a snow ball down a mountain? Ever spoken with your eyes? Ever dreamed with eyes open wide? Ever smoked a cigarette and watch the smoke fill the air? Ever sung alone? Ever cried while taking a shower? Ever peirced a heart with just words? Ever heard things you don't believe? I have, love, I have.



Look
at
me.







Iam the same.






An idiot
with a
pen.






A soldier
with
a flower.






A lover
with
a guitar.






A whisper
in the
dark.








And
still...






A
stranger
to
myself.

Chile

In your valleys of silence,
I heard the poet’s sigh.
All his dreams are gone,
Lost, in the darkness of the night.

Across the streets laden with stones,
You can hear your mothers cry.
And through the cracks, the light is shown,
Like questions in your eyes.

Don’t sit still with your pistola,
Waiting for a change.
Look outside, see your ravaged lands,
Watch the blood come down with the rain.

Do you see history repeating itself?
And yes, it’s humour, but in vain.
Let the rain wash away who I am tonight,
Cold and noble, till I’m no one again.

And I waited for your hollow words,
The promise of the sun you said will shine.
Now let me wade through the silence,
Let me be one with the voices of the night.

No more! The innocence that is lost,
No more! The roots of yesterday.
No more! The solitude that you spoke of,
Through the rising moon, we’ll find our way.